The Paths Of Dread (or The Candle In The Dark)

nearing the climax

just realized, you guys; you are nearing the final epic stretch of the Campaign. you still have a big bit to go before that, though, but you are almost there. so everyone be ready for me to start pulling out the big guns, now. after this, we may either enter a 2nd chapter of adventures in the Dread Realms, or we may end the Campaign. it all depends on you guys.

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The Tyger
By William Blake

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!

When the stars threw down their spears
And water’d heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

nearing the climax
twilightinsanity

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